From Gerard Manley Hopkins' "Wreck of the Deutschland":

                  Be adored among men,
            God, three-numberèd form;
      Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,
            Man’s malice, with wrecking and storm.
   Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,
   Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm;
       Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung:
Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.

                  With an anvil-ding
             And with fire in him forge thy will
         Or rather, rather then, stealing as Spring
              Through him, melt him but master him still:
    Whether at once, as once at a crash Paul,
   Or as Austin,* a lingering-out sweet skill,
         Make mercy in all of us, out of us all
Mastery, but be adored, but be adored King.

*Augustine